I think I’ve meant to post this for over a year, but tonight was as good as any other time. I’ve been sick and drinking lots of ginger tea, and I keep thinking back to that part where Amy is really mad at being left home while Jo and Meg go to the theater with Laurie and Mr. Brooke. Beth tries to console Amy by calling to her from the kitchen, “Evangeline and I will make you some ginger tea!” Evangeline is their cat.
And there’s just something so TRUE about family dynamics in that moment, when you’re trying to make someone feel better and you totally miss the mark, and you’re talking about getting help with domestic duties from the cat. I guess I feel for both Amy and Beth in that scene. It sucks getting left behind, and it sucks trying to make an 11-year-old feel better because most of the time you can’t.
So this post isn’t really about the show advertised on the poster, which by the way looks cool. I guess in a weird and accidental way I ended up affirming the tagline. Sometimes being a girl in 1860 is really hard. 

I think I’ve meant to post this for over a year, but tonight was as good as any other time. I’ve been sick and drinking lots of ginger tea, and I keep thinking back to that part where Amy is really mad at being left home while Jo and Meg go to the theater with Laurie and Mr. Brooke. Beth tries to console Amy by calling to her from the kitchen, “Evangeline and I will make you some ginger tea!” Evangeline is their cat.

And there’s just something so TRUE about family dynamics in that moment, when you’re trying to make someone feel better and you totally miss the mark, and you’re talking about getting help with domestic duties from the cat. I guess I feel for both Amy and Beth in that scene. It sucks getting left behind, and it sucks trying to make an 11-year-old feel better because most of the time you can’t.

So this post isn’t really about the show advertised on the poster, which by the way looks cool. I guess in a weird and accidental way I ended up affirming the tagline. Sometimes being a girl in 1860 is really hard. 

Bleecker Street, Summer

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom
of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin!

When I press summer dusks together, it is
a month of street accordions and sprinklers
laying the dust, small shadows running from me.

It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker,
ciao, Antonio, and the water-cries of children
tearing the rose-coloured sky in streams of paper;
it is dusk in the nostrils and the smell of water
down littered streets that lead you to no water,
and gathering islands and lemons in the mind.

There is the Hudson, like the sea aflame.
I would undress you in the summer heat,
and laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came.

—Derek Walcott

imageShut up. I can’t wait to see this with Maggie.

Many thanks to chazbo3071fun for providing the most elucidating of comments about this delightfully bewildering rendition. No love for the haters hating on Mary Arnold’s dress.

"Biological Speculation" by Funkadelic from America Eats Its Young

Afternoon Delight has a good soundtrack y’all

Bernice - “Reve General” from What Was That

Heads up there’s a little bit of extra audio from the next track at the end. 

ninthartpress:

Subcultures Anthology Preview (Doll Week): Maggie Glass!

Yes Maggie!!!

ninthartpress:

Subcultures Anthology Preview (Doll Week): Maggie Glass!

Yes Maggie!!!

laurenheartsmovies:

Open at your own speed, but open.
Dig what’s happening to you.
By “dig” I mean get into it. There are lessons for you there. And when it gets uncomfortable, that’s an important time to open and dig. There’s treasure in them thar hills.

-Jeff Bridges responding to a request for “wisdom” during a Reddit AMA